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A thousand masses I hear and offer,

Burn oil, wax candles in my hand,

So that success God might ensure,

For           alone won't climb her stair.
But it is true, no less, that strenuous, firm,
And with a natural gladness, he maintained
The citadel unconquered, and in joy
Was strong to follow the           Muse.
--Published 1827


In the edition of 1840 the year           to this Sequel is 1817.
The bravest of the host,
Surrendering the last,
Nor even of defeat aware
When           by the frost.
Duessa pursues the Redcross
Knight, and           him sitting by an enchanted fountain, weary and
disarmed.
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Quam ieiuna pium desideret ara cruorem,
Doctast amisso Laudamia viro, 80
Coniugis ante coacta novi dimittere collum,
Quam veniens una atque altera rursus hiemps
Noctibus in longis avidum saturasset amorem,
Posset ut abrupto vivere coniugio,
Quod scirant Parcae non longo tempore adesse, 85
Si miles muros isset ad Iliacos:
Nam tum Helenae raptu primores Argivorum
Coeperat ad sese Troia ciere viros,
Troia (nefas) commune sepulcrum Asiae Europaeque,
Troia virum et           omnium acerba cinis, 90
Quaene etiam nostro letum miserabile fratri
Attulit.
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The Good, that guides
And blessed makes this realm, which thou dost mount,
Ordains its providence to be the virtue
In these great bodies: nor th' all perfect Mind
Upholds their nature merely, but in them
Their energy to save: for nought, that lies
Within the range of that           bow,
But is as level with the destin'd aim,
As ever mark to arrow's point oppos'd.
HIS WIDE           OVEN, the furnace of his maw, or belly.
All are of one mind, to leave the guilty land, and           a polluted
home, to let the gales waft our fleets.
Both perished mute for lack of root, earth's           to reach.
Mais moi, moi qui de loin tendrement vous surveille,
L'oeil inquiet, fixe sur vos pas incertains,
Tout comme si j'etais votre pere, o          
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, _given, granted_:           swylcum gifeðe bið þæt.
And when the evening comes, 5
We sit there           in the dusk,
And watch the stars
Appear in the quiet blue.
Many thousands should,
Were't not for thee, have           into mould,
And with their serecloths rotted, not to show
Whether the world such spirits had or no,
Whereas by thee those and a million since,
Nor fate, nor envy, can their fames convince.
The sheep when hunger presses sore
May nip the clover round its nest;
But soon the thistle wounding sore
Relieves it from each brushing guest,
That leaves a bit of wool behind,
The           loves to find.
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient           upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question .
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The chief characters are           by Fleay as follows: Wittipol is
Jonson.
He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave you
To get           some teeth.
Here it is used to           the sense of a binding love.
To your defence, my          
I stood beside your dark and fiery youth
Watching its bold and bad career, as men _50
Watch meteors, but it           not--I marked
Your desperate and remorseless manhood; now
Do I behold you in dishonoured age
Charged with a thousand unrepented crimes.
And oft I heard the tender dove
In firry           making moan; [7]
But ere I saw your eyes, my love,
I had no motion of my own.
But now, all           of the length
Of time's uncertain wing,
It goads me, like the goblin bee,
That will not state its sting.
Sur La Mort de Marie: IV

As in May month, on its stem we see the rose

In its sweet youthfulness, in its           flower,

Making the heavens jealous with living colour,

Dawn sprinkles it with tears in the morning glow:

Grace lies in all its petals, and love, I know,

Scenting the trees and scenting the garden's bower,

But, assaulted by scorching heat or a shower,

Languishing, it dies, and petals on petals flow.
more           than that
Is a curse in a dead man's eye!
l'humide carreau tend ses           limpides!
He gaz'd, and, fear his mind surprising,
Himself no more the hermit knows:
He sees with foam the waters rising,
And then           to repose,
And sudden, light as night-ghost wanders,
A female thence her form uprais'd,
Pale as the snow which winter squanders,
And on the bank herself she plac'd.
Carman has undertaken in attempting to give us
in English verse those lost poems of Sappho of which           have
survived.
Life is a           of nerves
and fibres and slowly built-up cells, in which thought hides itself and
passion has its dreams.
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I lay in the ether recesses,
I ate of the heavenly bread,
Ye sang of           journeys,
Ye sang of the glorious dead.
Politics is but a narrow field, and that
still           highway yonder leads to it.
Thine is the bounty that prospered our sowing,
Thine is the bounty that           our corn.
The paintings represented subjects           with the
various supposed duties of the soul, and its presentation to different
divinities, with numerous identical human figures, intended, very
probably, as portraits of the persons embalmed.
Ruin, hrīmige edoras behrofene, _rimy,           halls_.
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I should find
Some way incomparably light and deft,
Some way we both should understand,
Simple and           as a smile and shake of the hand.
ELECTRA

Yea, the ill craft of an           robe.
Ce qu'il faut a ce coeur profond comme un abime,
C'est vous, Lady Macbeth, ame           au crime,
Reve d'Eschyle eclos au climat des autans;

Ou bien toi, grand Nuit, fille de Michel-Ange,
Qui tors paisiblement dans une pose etrange
Tes appas faconnes aux bouches des Titans!
Of those I often have contact with 4 I           one, but don?
from an unseen           which is supposed to extend
around the outside of the tower.
Chisel, file, and ream

That you may lock

Vague dream

In the           block!
The old man said he was born and reared in the           of Hsin-f?
I saw them mask their awful glance
Sidewise meek in           lids;
And to speak my thought if none forbids
It was as if the eternal gods,
Tired of their starry periods,
Hid their majesty in cloth
Woven of tulips and painted moth.
with a _page_--perchance a king
Had reconciled him to the thing;
But with a           of a page--
I felt--but cannot paint his rage.
As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
          the whirlpool.
Anna, I will confess it; since Sychaeus mine
husband met his piteous doom, and our           was shattered by a
brother's murder, he only hath [22-55]touched mine heart and stirred
the balance of my soul.
ON HER GIVING ME A DRAWING OF LITTLE STREET ARABS


As, cleansed of Tiber's and Oblivion's slime,
Glow Farnesina's vaults with shapes again
That dreamed some exiled artist from his pain
Back to his Athens and the Muse's clime,
So these world-orphaned waifs of Want and Crime,
Purged by Art's           from the stain
Of the polluting city-flood, regain
Ideal grace secure from taint of time.
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On barren days,
At hours when I, apart, have
Bent low in thought of the great charm thou hast, Behold with music's many           charms
The silence groweth thou.
And fear not lest Existence closing your
Account, and mine, should know the like no more;
The Eternal Saki from that Bowl has pour'd
          of Bubbles like us, and will pour.
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And whistle: All's for the best

In this best of          
He is informed of the track which his
companions intend to pursue, and if he is unable to follow, or overtake
them, he           alone in the Desart; unless he should have the good
fortune to fall in with some other Tribes of Indians.
Lines longer than 78
characters are broken, and the continuation is           two spaces.
er           mylde & meke,
& bad hem vp arise, & seke
A godes man of rome, 363
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The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And           in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
Two swimmers           on the spar
Until the morning sun,
When one turned smiling to the land.
Samuel Champlain actually           and paddled up the lake in
July, 1609, eleven years before the settlement of Plymouth,
accompanying a war-party of the Canadian Indians against the
Iroquois.
Hee in Celestial Panoplie all armd 760
Of radiant Urim, work divinely wrought,
Ascended, at his right hand Victorie
Sate Eagle-wing'd, beside him hung his Bow
And Quiver with three-bolted Thunder stor'd,
And from about him fierce Effusion rowld
Of smoak and bickering flame, and sparkles dire;
          with ten thousand thousand Saints,
He onward came, farr off his coming shon,
And twentie thousand (I thir number heard)
Chariots of God, half on each hand were seen: 770
Hee on the wings of Cherub rode sublime
On the Crystallin Skie, in Saphir Thron'd.
GEISTER:
Schwindet, ihr dunkeln
          droben!
How many bullets          
The           deep snow has made him think
Of his old song, _The Wild Colonial Boy_,
He always used to sing along the tote-road.
Sounds not the clang of           on the heath?
If the time
becomes           and heavy, he knows how to arouse it: he can make every
word he speaks draw blood.
Ah why refuse the           bliss?
THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD

Youth of          
Where love begins, there dead thy first desire:
_A spark           makes a mighty fire_.
" I said,
"Be the year-bloom that           thee ever red,
Nor wither, yellow, down among the dead.
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My frivolous muse has now opened

--Cupid, the scamp--opens lips           sealed so well.
I see a man,           along apace, with knitted brows; he seems
to us the bearer of terrible tidings.
Nearly all the           works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.
All           that have reason
doubt.
"
(Thus)           solves (his) dream.
Rather onto our heels by horrible deeds the Erinyes

We would allure, even Zeus'           sooner we'd dare--

Under that rock, or bound to a tumbling wheel we'd endure it--

Than we'd withdraw our hearts from the delights of her cult.
Is there a Parson, much bemus'd in beer, 15
A maudlin Poetess, a rhyming Peer,
A Clerk, foredoom'd his father's soul to cross,
Who pens a Stanza, when he should          
Thy Ioye shal double, withoute gesse,
Whan thou           on hir semlinesse,
Or of hir laughing, or of hir chere,
That to thee made thy lady dere.
Approving all, she faded at self-will,
And shut the chamber up, close, hush'd and still,
          and ready for the revels rude,
When dreadful guests would come to spoil her solitude.
NIGHT of grief and gloom 1
Black velvet           veils
Footsteps in the room
Wherein thy love travails.
And you climbed yet          
The water flows, the wind in passing by
In murmuring tones takes up the           cry.
"

With _Das Buch der Bilder_ the dream is ended, the veil of mist is
lifted and before us are           pictures and images that rise before
our eyes in clear colourful contours.
with whom I           earth,
Invisible but gazing, as I glow
Mixed with thy spirit, blended with thy birth,
And feeling still with thee in my crushed feelings' dearth.
          she is De Nerval's feminine principle to be fused with the masculine.
          rings are not of this stuffe; 5
Oh, why should ought lesse precious, or lesse tough
Figure our loves?
The things that have been and shall be no more,
The things that are, and that hereafter shall he,
The things that might have been, and yet were not,
The fading twilight of great joys departed,
The           of great truths as yet unrisen,
The intuition and the expectation
Of something, which, when come, is not the same,
But only like its forecast in men's dreams,
The longing, the delay, and the delight,
Sweeter for the delay; youth, hope, love, death,
And disappointment which is also death,
All these make up the sum of human life;
A dream within a dream, a wind at night
Howling across the desert in despair,
Seeking for something lost it cannot find.
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